You've made me fearfully hungry--like a long sermon in church." Christmas came, bringing with it, at Roger's suggestion, a visit from Lord St.John, and his presence at the house worked wonders in the way of transforming the general atmosphere.

Even Lady Gertrude thawed beneath the charm of his kindly, whimsical personality, and to Nan the few days he spent at the Hall were of more value than a dozen tonics.
She was no longer shut in alone with her own thoughts--with him she could talk freely and naturally.

Even the under-current of hostile criticism of which she was almost hourly conscious ceased to fret her nerves.
Insensibly Lord St.John's evident affection for his niece and quiet appreciation of her musicianship influenced Lady Gertrude for the time being, softening her attitude towards her future daughter-in-law, even though it brought her no nearer understanding her.

Isobel, alertly capable of adapting herself to the prevailing atmosphere, reflected in her manner the same change.

She had long since learned to keep the private workings of her mind locked up--when it seemed advisable.
"I'm glad to see you in what will one day be your own home, Nan," said Lord St.John.